Good book, I said I won't cry
Oh, because crying would mean that it's over
It started to look just the same as some hangover
As some hangover that some stranger caught
We'd upset the neighbours
The trees that they carved
When they were teenagers
Now they can't find their names anymore
The building was no angel either
It's always warm in the water
The fireworks fall, over and out of and into the flowers
That sprung up from the astros
I forget thе time, I've dreamt about it
I'rеamt about it once or twice
Sometimes, in late December
Drove over cat's eyes in your car
Forgot where I was for a second
All of the headlights, all of the headlights look like...